SHE MOVED THROUGH THE FAIR

words by Padraic Collum

My young love said to me, My mother won't mind,

And my father won't slight you for your lack of kine,

And as she stepped away from me, 'twas this she did say,

It will not be long love, till our wedding day.

As she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair,

So fondly I watched her go here and go there,

And then she turned homeward with one star awake,

Like the swan in the evening swims over the lake.

The folk they were saying, that no two were e'er wed,

Alas one has found sorrow, that never was said,

And we smiled as she passed, with her long flowing hair,

But that was the last time, I saw of my sweet dear.

Last night in a vision, my dead love came in,

So softly she came to me and my heart did sing,

As she laid down on me 'twas this she did say,

It will not be long love, till our wedding day.